Monsoon [three] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMonsoon [three] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His lips were fire against Jack’s icy nape—a groan escaped the boy’s freed lips, giving Pitch enough fire to continue back up to the Winter’s jaw. His hands felt like molten lava against Jack’s bare stomach, leaving red, hot trails of desire whatever and wherever they felt like conquering.
Jack groaned softly as Pitch’s tongue slid back against his own—Jack didn’t fight; he didn’t feel the need to. Pitch grinned against Jack’s lips, his hands clutching at the fabric of Jack’s tattered sweatshirt as he once more claimed the Winter’s lips with bruising force. Pitch’s grey skinned arms reached around Jack’s waist and clutched him to his chest tightly.
Jack wrapped his arms around Pitch’s neck, panting softly as he planted one, two, three softer kisses on the older man’s lips before pulling away ever so slowly. Pitch almost felt rejected before realizing th
Immortality is a pain P4 [Pirate England X Reader]Chapter 4: Get through and awayImmortality is a pain P4 [Pirate England X Reader]3 years ago in Settings More Like This
This was it, your chances for marriage out the window. You were about to be deflowered by a pirate.
"This sucks so much!!" You screamed in your head, "This is not what I wanted to go down at all!"
You felt Arthur's cold hand slowly creeping up your shirt, and grab the strap of your bra.
And with some miracle, Arthur abruptly stopped when he heard a commotion on deck.
"Bullocks, those damn gits have to ruin this for me!" he cursed under his breath.
Then came a loud knocking from the door.
"Yes, what is it!?, can't this wait!" Arthur yelled at the door as he tidied himself up.
"Capn', But it is urgent! We're being attacked by another ship!"
"Fuck!" He ran out of the cabin, drawing his sword. He didn't bother to close the doors, you could hear him screaming orders to the crew. You stared at the doors for a while with a blank expression, and it finally registered.
"Here's my chance! While they're busy fighting, I can skedaddle myself out of here. " You smile
Life is a Canvas- Chapter 1Life is a Canvas- Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Life is a Canvas
Growing up isn't easy. It's not easy for anyone. It doesn't matter how much money you have, how popular you are, or how pretty people think you are. But when I say that growing up for me was worse than most people, I want you to understand what I mean.
For me, growing up was about more than zits and crushes on cute boys, though I had my fair share of each. No, for me growing up meant learning how to avoid digging dragons out of mountains. Growing up meant learning about things like ancient Greek sword fighting and archery. Growing up for me, meant that every day I wasn't at summer camp meant I was a danger to everyone around me, and my very life was at stake.
But I don't want to get ahead of myself. I just want to point out one very simple thing. I'm not a hero. I know that some of you may have heard rumors that I am, but ignore them. Because I'm not. I'm just a girl who tended to be in the right place at the right time, and usually have help. Also, I can run
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Part 3)EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Part 3)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat on the handle of Arthur's teapot, dangling your legs back and forth as you ate a section of raspberry while you enjoyed the warmth the teapot was giving off. Despite it being the middle of August, the weather now ceased to live up to its reputation of sunshine and heat. The rain outside persisted that it was going to continue to make the countryside wet and cold. You were sad that your time outside with Arthur had been cut short but you were just as happy eating with him now that he was dried off from the walk home. He now wore a cream colored cardigan over a plain black tee shirt and his blue plaid pajama pants from the day you first met him.
Arthur put his teacup to his lips and shifted his gaze to the window and looked at the gloomy day outside. He sighed after taking a sip and you could immediately tell what he was worried about. If this kind of rain kept up, his beautiful garden was going to be flooded and the roses would surely be ruined. From the kitchen window at the ta
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
VampiresIce cold stare,Vampires11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet flaming eyes,
Soul of darkness,
In Devil's shoes.
Faith no more,
Life a void.
Nights are endless,
The thirst grows,
Life is pointless,
Craving for gore.
The search begins,
The taste of flesh,
Life in shadows,
Senses are keen.
Love is a tale,
Dreams don't exist,
Hope is a fable.
Death in its mind,
Nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose.
Future a blur,
Time will tell,
Eternity on earth,
Forever in hell.
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Fallen AngelFallen Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino